Monday, 10 March 2008




and the dark red flowers are always for him... especially the floating ones.
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  1. Szerelem11 March 2008 at 08:38

    *Gorgeous*

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  2. Roxana11 March 2008 at 13:49

    I took this picture in the courtyard of an ancient monastery. There was absolute silence. I could hear the flowers` heart beating. The walls seemed to fall apart in slow light. Later that afternoon, a light summer rain misted the woods around.

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  3. Szerelem13 March 2008 at 04:18

    :) I love back stories to pictures...you should share them with us more often!

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